[talking:] 

Gotta walk it out Rogers, this for my Southside niggaz mayn 

You know I'm hearing the rumors mayn 

They say that ain't where I'm from, I'm hearing the rumors 

But I'ma do this one for Dead End nigga, that's right run it 



[Kyleon:] 

I'm from that Dead End area, where them niggaz'll bury ya 

Run up with a danger, put one in your darrier 

Still selling oil, like I'm Bush and them terrorists 

And got that white, locking like a pitbull terrier 

I'm addicted to the game, that's my bitch I might marry her 

Diamonds on that ring finger, made her my Beyonce 

Killa gotta eat, getting money is my entree 

Pocket full of chips, block hotter than Picante 

Some say game over, miss me with that Flip shit 

I need's mine, so I'm cooking crack up like it's Bisquick 

And no I don't miss licks, I got the block on DVR 

Call me Marlowe, I give a dead block CPR 

Corner boy, spit fire through the wire 

Niggaz claim to be the truth, but I am they just liars 

Hand on that guac', and I'm gripping like pliers 

Getting drunk I'm round the club, like fliers highest 

Head Honcho, still getting work from Poncho 

I'm making cash money, so you know I'm finna stunt hoe 

Money talk but I'm quiet, bullshit irrelevant 

Fuck with my bread, and get a bullet through your skeleton 

Juggle green genie, with the insides elephant 

Candy paint wet, so you know I'm fish tailing it 

Hit a block with a block, I'm fish scaling it 

And yeah I got em for cheap, you need it I'm selling it 



[Hook:] 

Y'all niggaz, ain't talking bout nothing 

If you don't make money, the topic of your discussion 

My nigga, what is y'all saying 

DJ, what the fuck is you playing 

I hear them niggaz talking loud, but they ain't saying shit 

I guess that's why the DJ, ain't playing shit 

My nigga, what is y'all saying 

DJ, what the fuck is you playing